Disclaimer I do not own Naruto or Young Justice nor any of the characters. They belong to Kishimoto and DC Comics. any OC's put in the story will be mine. I am also not paid to do this.. only to share my love for this show and to improve my writing.

Hello with the long but well rewarding wait of Young Justice Season 3 that was canceled previously I thought Id Jump into the Young Justice/Naruto Crossover as I am a big fan of the Marvel/DC Superhero Universe as well as Naruto. This will Take place before and during Season 1 and eventual carry on if the fanfic does well. While the trope of Naruto becoming either a member of the Young Justice or mentor is used a lot I still like the idea of Naruto being in either as he is such a well-molded character. This is both a service to improving my own writing but also to provide a fun read for you guys, so any positive or negative feedback is appreciated as long as it's serious. Power scaling and such will be explained as the story progresses. This takes place before Sasuke/Naruto battle so Naruto does not lose his Sage of Six Path Power. I assume grammar and spelling reviews will come naturally but in terms of improving the story will greatly be invaluable. Thank you, I hope you all enjoy the read and leave a review and favorite. Stay Frosty- Achilles

"Strength as a Way of Life is a philosophy of the old ways: power rather than peace, dominance rather than stagnation, and the grind of self-discipline to constantly improve."-SFG

Human Speaking/Thoughts

Demon Speaking/Thoughts/Jutsu

Chapter 1

Reap The Whirlwind

It was midday but it could almost be mistaken for the night with the darkened red and black tainted sky that radiates eeriness and bloodlust, bloodlust that was being siphoned into the ever intense and raging battle below.

The earth shook violently and a large crevice sprung from the depths of the cracked rock as a large figure was hurled across skidding across the cracked ground, clothing and skin torn off and slammed violently into a large group of rocks with such force that they crumpled against the powerful force

The figure still slung across the crumpled rocks rolled off them and landed on the ground in a painful thud. The figure slowly got onto one knee and spat out a large wad of blood from his mouth before he wiped it away with his one good arm. He forced his eyes to look past the horror surrounding him on all sides, a horror that could be rightly described as a living hell. The battlefield was littered with dead bodies of men, women, and children all wearing different colored articles or clothing robes: kimono and strange flak jackets. Friends, comrades, sensei's all people he grew to care for stripped away and murdered in cold blood. He would have to mourn them later.

The kneeling figure shoved the brutal images out of his head and onto his main enemy. A brutal fanatical man named Madera; a legendary and revered man considered a god on the battlefield for his dynasty and sheer power in the art of Jutsu.

The figure still kneeling turned to his left and saw a small headband covered in dirt and dried blood. He reached out slowly with his battered and shredded hand grabbing the small black fabric surrounding the large metallic headband with a small leave carved into it. He grabbed the headband and wrapped it around his forehead tightly before letting go and placing his hands onto the ground and pushing himself up.

The figure cracked his neck couple of times before he gave Madara a look of pure hatred promising him a violent death before he pulled out two small leaf-shaped bladed knives impeded in his stomach with a sickening slash of flesh being cut out. He threw the bloodied blades on the ground and stood up.

"Bloody bastard. You have made your last mistake. I will send you straight to the bloody depths of hell Madera and I will drag you down myself." He growled with hate.

Madara glanced down at the badly injured and battered figure standing defiantly in front of him. Despite the many injuries, the figure had an imposing body carved and toned through years of intense training and battles, battles that many would not expect a 17-year-old boy to survive. The figure removed the shredded and torn undershirt off his body revealing a chiseled 6 pack with a large gash going diagonally across his lower left ribs and stopping at his hip. A small gash horizontally across the side of his hip from a tanto blade and a burn mark above his right pectoral. There were also numerous other cuts and lacerations each with a story to heighten the both combined peak human condition and aggressive look he was given.

But Madara was unfazed and stood with his arms folded and a smug grin plastered on his face. The figure wiped away blood from his blonde spiky hair and it's blue and newly given red and black eye staring menacingly at him. This man promising to give him a painful death and damnation. A threat he's heard from hundreds of shinobi all crushed under his boot. He chuckled darkly. "A bold statement, Naruto. But I ask what will be the point? I've won. The Shinobi Alliance is gone. Your friends and senseis rotting away in the ground. Once you bleed out I'll complete the Infinite Tsukuyomi with what reserves of chakra I didn't use against you or that damn Kaguya. But it's funny to hear you talk about dragging me to hell. Do you really want to go? Good people don't survive well down there." He smiled clearly amused with himself.

Naruto closed his eyes before opening them the blue eye was changed into a darker orange color with his pupil changing Into a vertical cross of fox-slits but the black and red eye remained the same. The three whiskers on each cheek grew darker and thicker forming the trigram. The blonde ninja spoke but his voice was lower, more animalistic. "You fool Madara! Even at the end, you underestimate me. If I'm cursed to damnation in exchange for taking your head and avenging my friends I'll gladly make the sacrifice. But don't you know bastard? I house the great Demon Fox inside me. I am the jailer of a demon what makes you think I won't fit right in with the other demons?"

He chuckled before he reached out his hand, in the palm of his hand a blue ball of sheer force and powerful winds began to form, it grew bigger and bigger each time more intense. "Kurama one final push! Pour all what you got left. We are gonna end this son of a bitch."

"Copy that Knucklehead. Give him hell, Uzumaki style." Kurama barked from inside his mind and began to pour his chakra into Naruto.

The swirling blue ball of pure energy exploded suddenly sending a large force of wind and energy cutting nearby rock in half like it was done with a blade of sheer wind. The ball changed into a larger faster spinning energy swirl with bright yellow shaped and black intricate details.

At the same time Naruto clothing changed as well, the bloodied and dirt covered clothing still kept its torn and shredded shape but changed. His body began to be coated in yellow chakra radiating a shroud of power. His torn black jacket he wore changed into Haori Jacket keeping the same bright color. Spiraling black circles formed on his shoulders and his legs and chest were covered in a thick black robe with six golden magatama markings around his collar and a small golden circle forming above his stomach. A whispy sound could be heard as 9 tiny balls of pure blackness formed around Naruto. The legendary Truth-Seeking Balls that could be said to turn a target into dust.

Naruto form was strangely different and not fully complete. His critical injuries were not healing or could not. What little strength Naruto had was being poured into his attack. The spinning ball had a deafening screech and it released wave after wave of powerful wind like a mini tornado. Naruto ball in hand large black rod in his wounded arm faced Madera once more. "Let's go, Madara. We wouldn't want our new friends waiting. I'll enjoy seeing you in hell." As he finished his last word he surged forward rock and earth-shattering behind the powerful aura of his cloak and speed.

Madera let out a loud battle cry before he charged forward with inhuman speed shattering rock and anything around him. He went through a rapid stream of hand signs finishing the last one just milliseconds later "Sage Art: Storm Release Unholy Fury". A large sword of pure energy began to form in his hands But it was no ordinary blade. It radiates a surge of pure blue and white energy and had a terrifying electric sound streaming through the blade.

The two figures fighting the final battle charged at each other with sheer force. Naruto's Rasengan barreled forward with one of his Truth-Seeking balls also send together with a devastating combination just as Madara brought down his blade of pure energy. The two attacks collided combining both the power of a Truth-Seeking Ball, Rasengan and Madara Sage Art into a destructive result.

At first, nothing happened but then a massive explosion that shook the earth and sent a massive shockwave that could be felt for miles away. Each figure gave a final cry of force but was dwarfed by the screeching powerful sound of lightning and light collide. Naruto saw Madara one final time seem to disintegrate under the light before one massive surge struck through his body and the last thing he saw was Madara being torn apart by the light before everything went white.

August 22, 2007

Tibet Mountains, China, Earth 16

6:34 AM CST

The Tibet Mountains were quite. Save for the mild cold biting wind that blew. It was still early morning and a glint of darkness was still in the sky. In the dusk, small star-shaped snowflakes began to make dance as if excited by the strange aura that it was drawing too before falling to the pale white snow. Through the deathly stillness, a bright white light seemed to suddenly open in a crack from the sky and a small figure came descending down at deafening speeds. The force of the figure sent a whirring sound like a rocket taking off into space before it crashed into the earth hard. It sent a large surge of force that ripped apart rock and pine trees into pieces. The whirring and white noise ended just as quickly as it appeared and it was deathly quiet once again.

The deep silence that hid itself so well far from civilization and the wildlife that dared to venture this high up was once again interrupted. On the side of the mountain, a small flat of land covered in pine trees and surrounded by a small circular wall of ice almost hiding the land from prying eyes. Om this small patch of snow stood a large snowbank, the air had a fresh smell of metal and death. If one would look closely it would see a battered and damaged figure dressed in dark black and orange jacket torn and shredded leaving large holes to see the many life-threatening injuries that caused the figure to bleed profusely on the bank. The pale white snow seeped in pale red blood and it seemed to morph into a star under the motionless figure.

The figure lay flat on his stomach. Not moving a muscle despite the chilling cold winds that tore at the shredded fabric of a pant leg. The figure seemed to lay like that for a long time until finally a small faint groan could barely be heard under the roaring icy breath of winds.

The figures face still turned to the side slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry and he could barely make out what was in front of him but he thought he strangely recognized snow. The figure was aware he was bleeding all over the place and that he was slowly freezing to death. The blood in his veins felt like ice and his skin was starting to turn faint blue from frostbite. He could feel the agonizing pain in his body telling him to get up, to find help, to recover or he'd die very soon. But he didn't care. He laid there for a few minutes in peace.

'That bastard Madara. He's dead. This must be hell. Strange though, I thought it be more fiery chains and lava and less quite snow and fresh air. Wait, fresh air?' he slowly brought his bleeding arms in front of him and placed his hands on the snow and tried to push himself up. After rising a few feet off the ground his failing strength gave out and he hit the snow hard with a grunt.

He lay still watching with his clear vision now the falling snowflakes. It seemed too beautiful to be in the place he assumed he was in. He didn't know how much time had passed since he sat in the cold but he begrudgingly set on the previous task and pushed himself onto his knees. He finally got a better glance of his surroundings and saw that he was on top of what looked like a mountain. Miles in front of him was pale snow stretching like an endless wasteland and snowflakes in all different shapes falling to the ground.

He opened the palms of his hands a couple of times trying to understand if he was dreaming or if this was real. He grabbed a handful of snow and saw that the receptors in his brain were telling him that it was cold. He let go before he glanced back up at the sky. He could just barely see the faint traces of blue light in the grey-white sky.

'Where the hell am I? Am I dead? More importantly Is this hell?' The questions began to ponder in his mind but something else suddenly took priority over everything else. He felt a sharp stabbing in his stomach and he found breathing to be hard. His lungs still sore and smoke filled despite him being in the cold frozen mountainside. He suddenly lurched over and puked out a mix of blood. Ash, dirt and the food he last ate almost a few days ago. He wiped his mouth before he sat back down on his knees.

He scanned the horizon trying to find some semblance of where he was. 'Well, I can safely say this isn't hell. But where am I? Did I survive that last attack against Madara? Did he… no course not I lay waste to his evil ass. I know I killed him. But this feels so strange. I know I'm not in Konoha there's never any snow there. This looks a lot like the Land Of Snow or Land of Iron where the Five Kage Summit was held.'

He noticed something brush against his exposed kneecap. He glanced down and saw a black fabric with a metal rectangle with the symbol of a leaf carved in it and small slash going through it. He reached out slowly grabbing and holding it in the palm of his hand. The headband he cherished for so many years. Suddenly the flashbacks of the war, his friends, the bloodshed and death boomed in his mind like the rounds of cannon fire. 'Naruto… I'm sorry…. I'm sorry I was such a pain in the ass. I was so fueled by hate that I never stopped to think about those close to me. Sakura is dead and I will be soon enough. I want you to do something. I want you to use my Sharingan and I want you to destroy that bastard. Please… Naruto… I believe in you… brother…" the final words echoed in his mind. He had watched Sasuke almost ripped in half by Madaras barrage of Jutsu and watched Sakura decapitated by Madaras Invisible Clones. He flipped over the headband and weakly wrapped it around the right side of his eye where the Sharingan was.

He could feel his hands shaking and tears starting to form in his eyes… the cold winds almost noticing the strange warmth of water and racing towards it hoping to freeze it in place. He slowly began to spoke. His voice was raspy and gruff. "Guys… I'm so sorry… I failed. I was supposed to protect you all… And I let you down."

He punched the ground hard in anger noticing fresh blood began to trickle down the already dried blood of his hands. "Damn It! Damm It! Why did this happen?! We were winning. Everything was going so well until Kaguya showed up and Madara surviving the betrayal. the village… my friends…. they are all gone." He let out a cry filled with anger, pain, and sadness and slouched back in the cold.

15 minutes has gone by and Naruto still sat in his original position self-pity, sadness and anger running through his veins. His muscles felt weak and numb. He was sure he received frostbite in a large percentage of his body. He didn't care. He was waiting for the embrace he wanted to die. It didn't feel right he was alive while everyone he knew and loved ripped from his arms. He noticed the many tears that he shed earlier were all dried up and that it seemed like his body couldn't produce anymore. A sudden jerk and thrust of pain in his lower stomach region made him glance down and notice a kunai still sticking in the side of his ribs. He reached out and pulled it out with a strong tug. A sickening slash sound of flesh being torn echoed and he ignored the pain. He held the kunai. It was tempting him. Just one slash across his throat and it be over. He couldn't feel Kurama's chakra and he wonders if the Demon Fox had also left him.

Naruto instinctively darted his head to the right when the heard the faint crunch of snow like it had been crushed under the weight of boots. His eyes still adjusting to the bright white blizzard sky that moments ago for him was a darkened sky and eerie blood red of the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Seven figures had steeped in the small area of land he was in. They seemed strange to Naruto. Seven men dressed in dark black leather with padded metal platings painted black on their chest, arms and shins. Their faces were shrouded in black hoods. They looked a lot like Shinobi but Naruto couldn't recognize the village they were from. Naruto was about to call out to them when he noticed they had weapons drawn to him. He narrowed his eyes and he clenched his teeth.

The crept towards him like a pack of wolves about to pounce on deer. They had their weapons pointed at him. Three of them were carrying strange big swords that glistened in the pale sky. One of them carried a Kusarigama — a deadly ninja tool that combined a chain and a sickle that could be deadly in close or long range attacks. His heightened Sage abilities could pick up the faint smell of some kind of plant that was grounded and turns into liquid form. No doubt a poison. The other two also carried swords strapped to their belts but they held strange long black tubular metal weapons in their hand and their fingers were rested above a small black trigger mechanism of some kind.

2 of the black-clad ninjas walked forward while the other five remained on high alert. The one in front walked a few paces ahead of the other one before he stood just a few feet away from the cautious Naruto. He spoke in a low intimidating voice almost like a growl but it's what he said that threw Naruto completely off guard. He couldn't understand a single word but he understood the meaning. They were asking him who he was.

Naruto with the corner of his eyes noticed the other ninja had silently snuck up on all sides and that he was surrounded. He pointed to his headband. Even in whatever frozen hell, this place was they would have heard of Naruto Namikaze Uzumaki Son of The Fourth Hokage, Frog Sage, Defeater of Pain, Obito. He glanced back down at the snow. He felt lifeless, what was he suppose to do. Yes, Madara and Kaguya were now dead and what little of the human population was alive but what was the point. Everyone he ever knew was dead.

A few more crunches of snow and Naruto peaked to his right and saw the ninja crept closer and his sword pointed directly at Naruto. He spoke again in the foreign language. "Bug off. I'm Naruto Uzumaki. I'm having the shittiest day of my life. So less you want to be put six feet under with that sword sticking in your ass I suggest you leave." Naruto barked hoping to scare them off. His patience was growing thin.

The ninja glanced at his partner and Naruto could see confusion plastered in the only part of his face that was visible his eyes. Suddenly a sickening feeling crept in the crevice of Naruto's mind. 'Could they not understand me? Even in the far corners of the Land of Iron, they all spoke the same language. This is beginning to be a really bad day.'

He continued further. "Look, guys, I don't know who you are. But please leave me alone all right. In case you haven't noticed, the war is over. Madara is dead. So go celebrate and leave me be." But his words were useless and they began to also get impatient.

Naruto could sense the hostility in the atmosphere and knew that he must be in a restricted area that or they really wanted to fight every strange bleeding blonde man that crashed in their mountain. Naruto knew they could see he was injured too most humans it's little over a miracle that he's still alive let alone talking. But to these men who had seen unexplained things, it didn't phase them. Naruto felt one of the ninja with a sword reached out and grabbed his shoulder. His first mistake.

Naruto pumped his body with what little chakra he had left which caused another sharp pain to envelop his body. He ignored it before he grabbed the hand twisted it hard and flipped him on the ground with enough force to knock him unconscious.

He hoped that it wouldn't resort to violence especially the state he knew he was in. He hasn't eaten in three days, slept in over 5 days let alone rest running on pure adrenaline and in the last few hours watching the remaining members of those precious to him get mutilated and torn apart by a sadistic cruel man. It didn't matter if Kurama and he were good friends now. He didn't need the foxes chakra to manipulate him if they were picking a fight with Naruto he would kill them.

The minute the ninja hit the ground the others took no time and lunged at him. He elbowed the second Shinobi in the ribs before he reached out above his head and wrapped his arms around the Shinobis neck and vaulted him forward over Naruto's head. The ninja landed hard on his back a few inches in front of Naruto who brought his right fist down and punched the ninja hard in the throat but not enough to kill him.

He ducked under the downwards verticals slash of the Kusarigama and rolled to the side. The sickle came flying at him again and he ducked under before he threw a handful of shuriken at the ninja. The ninja rolled to the left side, dodging them before he gave a wicked underhand horizontal slash. Naruto was still too weak to effectively move fast and the blade of the sickle caught him in the side of his stomach. The blade pierced deep. Naruto groaned in pain and could feel new blood pouring out his wounds. He wondered how he had any blood left. He knew he couldn't survive another slash from the sickle so he did something unorthodox. He grabbed the closest metal chains that were linked together and yanked hard with enough force to send the ninja vaulting towards him. His body spun 90 degrees before he stretched out his left arm and closed lined the Shinobi under the throat. Knocking him out.

With three of the mysterious attackers out cold he moved onto the newest one who rushed at him with a katana He sidestepped under the well-trained arc strike of the attacker who immediately switched tactics rotated his body 180 degrees spinning in the air before he brought the ball of his heels intending to strike Naruto in the face. Naruto stretches both his arms in a cross stance blocking the strike. He could feel the force of the kick and knew the attacker in front of him was very athletic and trained. A normal person would have had their wrist broken from the force of his kick. But to Naruto, it didn't even phase him.

He knocked the katana out the man's hand with a lightning-fast strike of his first three fingers in the shape of a snake to the pressure point located in the man's padded wrist. Mixed with a bit of chakra and the man howled in pain dropping the blade. The man backflipped backward intending to create some distance. He brought his hands in a strange stance. Naruto reflexes kicked in and he thought the man was going to make a Jutsu instead he threw a small pellet on the ground and it exploded sending a puff of smoke around Naruto.

Naruto changed his stance spread his feet shoulder length apart and one down to his side and the other closer to his face. He waited, listening. It was quiet for a few seconds until in the corner of his eye he noticed the flash of a black-gloved hand striking out to meet his face he blocked it with his forearm and the figure disappeared again.

He waited patiently, the smoke flickered again this time lower and he jumped up in the air dodging a kick aimed for his kneecap. He brought his left hand into a sign and caused a massive surge of wind chakra to dispel the smoke. Naruto lowered his eyes and noticed the figures eyes widen momentarily in shock.

He landed back on the ground before he launched a fury of Taijutsu strikes. The man seemed to block a few here and there but Naruto punches were coated with chakra and soon the man landed on his knees. Naruto vaulted forward before he sent a low roundhouse kick to the side of the man's face battered and burnt sandal colliding with bone and skin.

The figure skidded across the snow for a few feet before he crumpled to the snow motionless. A loud bang zipped across Naruto's cheek and suddenly a small cut appeared across his cheek. Strange he never saw anything hit him. He turns back around and noticed one of the ninjas was holding a smaller version of the black tubular weapons. His pointer finger pressed on the trigger and it kicked back sending a small metallic brown torpedo his way. Naruto was surprised at the sheer speed that such a weapon could make without chakra. He dodged out the way before his body flickered behind the man and hit him with the side of his palm against the back of the man's neck. The ninja never saw him coming and immediately crumpled in the snow.

Naruto turned his attention to the two ninja pointing the large black metal weapons at him. He was about to surge forward when a figure jumped from the tree and sent a small tiny metal needle towards his way. Naruto couldn't dodge in time and the tiny needle hit him in the side of his neck. Almost immediately he could feel the paralyzing effects as his body was trying to fight it off.

Naruto collapses in the snow and his vision became blurry. A figure crouched near him. Naruto couldn't see the figures face as his vision was blurry but he could see the stranger has long black hair and that it was a woman. She removed a small black fabric he deduced as a scarf covering her mouth before she placed a soft hand on his face. His vision suddenly started to dim and he could barely hear the muffled voices of the three ninja speaking. Suddenly his eyes battling to stay awake gave away and he succumbed to unconsciousness.

The female ninja stood up and turns to face the closest ninja. "Al-Shafar call for my father. Ra's Al Ghul would want to see this." She barked and the figure bowed. "Yes, my lady Talia." As immediately disappeared to find this man.

Talia turned her head around to see the sheer carnage a single bleeding man had caused to some of the best men she had trained. She inspected the figure a bit closer. She could see he was well built. He looked to be around 6 feet with an athletic tone built. She could see the broad shoulders, toned arms and legs, and chiseled abs. He was covered in a mix of fresh and dried blood and look like he crawled in a vat of blood. His pants were torn up to his thighs and small holes and smoke covered it. His shirt jacket was also shredded apart. He had a small necklace of green gems and fang around his neck and a small leaf tattoo on his shoulder and orange grinning fox on his chest.

But what most stood out was his face. She could see he was very young around 17 years old or so. His faces was covered in smoke, blood, and dirt. She could see a black headband covered his eye. She reached out to touch it when she noticed the large three whiskers adorning each side of his face. She stroked it gently, she's never seen whiskers on a man before. Finally, she stood up grabbed her scarf and pulled it over her face before she ordered the last ninja to carry the blonde ninja. Those unconscious in the snow would have to be picked up later. Failure for losing against one bleeding man. How surprised that would be when they figured out whom they would bring to their fortress.